Sometimes whenever I try to remember things, I get these little flashes of who I was. It's always in little pieces, like a dream that fades once you're coherent. I remember dark hair... someone that was close to me. It's hard to remember who it was, but I know they meant a lot to me. It's strange, having all these mixed memories. It's okay though. I believe if I knew everything, I'd be too focused on it to truly be useful for P.A.M.A. :) --












